Chu Qingge was lying on the bed. After everyone left, the smile on her lips disappeared in an instant.
The look in his eyes at this moment was cold and filled with endless hatred.
Mu Bai sighed lightly and sat down by the bed.
She immediately turned over and tried to escape.
Mu Bai suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back.
"Do you think telling the world that you are the Ninth Princess, the enemy of Northern Qin, can stop me from marrying you?"
Chu Qingge said nothing.
She knew she couldn't.
But she currently has no better way.
At the very least, it would be a difficult problem for him to reveal her identity.
The people hated her, and naturally they also hated him, the "husband of the ninth princess"!
Mu Bai looked at her stubborn eyes, and his voice finally softened again.
"No one can stop me from marrying you, Qing'er, don't try to struggle anymore, I don't want to hurt you."
He let go of her hand and left.
Cui'er and Yu'er returned to her, guarding her every step of the way.
Cui'er whispered: "Princess, just feel free to be with the third prince. The third prince is actually quite nice."
Yu'er also said: "The third prince really likes you. All the food you eat and use are personally selected by the third prince. Princess, no matter what misunderstanding you have with the third prince, just talk about it calmly and it will be over."
Chu Qingge said nothing.
Mu Yuan is no longer here, how can this matter be resolved?
Is the third prince very good?
Oh, it's just because she has value, so be nice to her.
If it were one day, when she was no longer valuable, wouldn't she end up like Mu Yuan?
They, mother and son, only have themselves in mind and are selfish, how can they be better?
I don’t know what Mubai said to the King of Northern Qin that night. Anyway, half an hour later, he came back.
Judging from his appearance, the King of Northern Qin must have returned to the palace.
At this time, Cui'er and Yu'er were guarding the door, and they were the only two people left in the room.
Mu Bai picked up the two cups on the table and walked to her.
"Qing'er, we haven't drank the Henu wine yet."
Chu Qingge looked at him coldly, with sarcasm written in his eyes.
Mu Bai didn't care at all and suddenly leaned towards her.
Qingge frowned and pushed it out with a palm.
But she forgot that her pipa bone was not healed yet.
The palm pushed out could not hurt him, but the pain in his shoulder was heartbreaking.
Her little face was so painful that she couldn't hide the pain.
Mu Bai's heart ached, so he pulled her over, held her shoulders, and rubbed them gently.
"Don't touch me!" Qingge said angrily.
"Don't hurt yourself." His voice was soft.
"What does it have to do with you?" Chu Qingge stared at him, eyes that could almost quench the poison of hatred.
Mu Bai didn't say anything, put down the cup, pulled her over, and put his long arms in his arms.
Chu Qingge was immediately shaken.
I could only stare at him fiercely.
Mu Bai picked up one of the glasses of wine and brought it to his lips: "Tonight is our special day. This glass of wine is delicious."
Chu Qingge bit her lip and refused to let go.
But this time, although he looked gentle, his attitude was tougher than ever before.
She didn't let go, so his long fingers fell on her lips, and his fingertips suddenly tightened.
Chu Qingge was forced to open her thin lips slightly, and she drank the glass of wine under his force.
Along her throat, it burned her heart for a moment.
But in the end, not a drop was left, and it all fell into her belly.
Mu Bai let go of her, picked up his glass of wine, and drank it all.
The cup was thrown out by him and fell to the ground with a clang.
He turned over and pressed her under him: "You will finally become my wife."
